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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG, FR. JUANITA, by LAUREN E. CRANE First Line: Tonight the stars are flowing gold Last Line: Adios! Hermosa! | |||
TO-NIGHT the stars are flowing gold; The light South wind is blowing cold, Esta es mi lucha? The bright, bent moon is growing old, Escucha! Now test thy pride, and fearless prove, Now blest—my bride—my peerless dove, Juanita, Come rest beside me here, sweet love, Eres bendita! Through tall and silent trees there seems To fall the promise of fair dreams. Querida! How all the starry white air gleams. Mi vida! What dream, Juanita—fancied bliss— Could seem so sweet a trance as this? Dulcura, Or beam warm as thy glance or kiss? Alma pura! What bliss to hold my fairy prize, One kiss! yon star-gold, wary eyes, Que gloria! Saw this in far-old Paradise, Memoria! But Eden held no face like thine; Nor creed in perfect grace like mine. Que pascion! To read thy tender ways divine Es mi adoracion! Adieu! I linger here too long; For you my fingers sweep too strong. Que Diosa! Be true to singer and to song! Adios! Hermosa! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE APOLOGY OF THE BISHOPS IN ANSWER TO BONNER'S GHOST by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON H----YS FRIENDSHIP by WILLIAM BLAKE UNDER THE TREES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE LITTLE CLOUD by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE ALOE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MATTERHORN QUESTS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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